Creepy Judd Nelson is so creepily creepy.

My boyfriend and I visited some friends in Morgantown (at WVU) a few weekends ago, and I had the most horrible insomnia because on Friday night, I got sucked into that made-for-USA movie Cabin by the Lake, and since it didn't come on until 1AM, I was finishing it at 3AM by myself.

So then, I couldn't sleep, because I wanted to be awake when Judd Nelson showed up to put me in his creepy room and let me write on his creepy wall and look at me with his creepy eyes and then drop me in the creepy lake to join his creepy "garden". Cree. Pee. The very idea gives me the shivers.

I knew it was going to happen, because when you watch a horror movie (shush, it was horror to me) your odds of succumbing to the same fate as the poor victims just skyrocket. I mean, according to scientists that is totally true. Of course, the aforementioned "scientists" includes me, and there just has to be another scientist somewhere who is easily startled. Toast popping up results in instantaneous doubling of pulse rate. And don't get me started on those "peel until the can explodes" biscuits and cinnamon rolls and such. *shudder*

Aaaaand ... I'm off on a tangent about scary bread products. Where was I? Oh yes. Remind me not to tailgate Judd Nelson. And if I do, don't check on his show dogs! Never check on his show dogs! Because the dogs? Are actually a piece of that police tape stuff, except it says, "I'm the guy your mother warned you about." And tape doesn't bark.